THE EMIMANCE-MAN

I've barely stuffed the meat. Tender, egg-deep

I was a lonely adolescent, living on my own

When I first heard the sound of the first

of the organ for a whole semester!

 Oh, how often I trembled and shuddered when

His resounding hammer-voice to his call

 the eminence of literature,

 of the prestigious old wizards: 

The knowledge-bearing and knowledge-transmitting Knight! - none

No other voice has ever sounded so in my memory's blotches

Since that day; 

I have become a part of the moral unquestioning,

 as in a noble rock

fine thin hairs!

There I was bewitched and in love for ever

In the ancient and pensive moments of his seminary! All

with all his humanity of being, the human mind is unknown

With all his being, with all the considerable humanity of the human mind unknown

the unknown colonies of the unknown, and with lightness of spirit

enchanted, conquered.

- Who to me from the wilderness, a crying, disciplined voice, a heavenly

A heavenly guidance and a fiery help in trouble:

He became an artificial gentleman. I sat at table: Exams

He offered me the treasures of knowledge! He believed in me too;

 He supported me, in the cathenae of a single university. Good

He was good to me, as to a child of sweet curiosity.

 And what did I give?

 I gave my naive and childish conscience as a gift, and now

I would cling to his wise and forward guidance,

I would cling to it, and see if I could find some cheap, winnable

way out? I listen to the rumbling echoes and growls of his voice

and I see before me his gaze, calming the thunderbolts,

and his bulging, sooty eyebrows, the minds, unplanked and unplanked.

and holds him like an amber thread, and will not let him go till

The eureka-sparks burst from all as One!